The Older I Get, the Less I Know

The older I get, the more human behavior intrigues me.  I once believed people are innately good, and gave everyone the benefit of the doubt.  Then I was proven wrong over and over again, and there was a time I lost all faith in humanity.  People are greedy and selfish and controlling and power-hungry, and don't know how to enjoy life.  Priorities all out of whack.  And when the human race conditions itself to seek happiness in things, and their possessions, and how much money they have (or pretend to have), and how many degrees they have, instead of building relationships with PEOPLE -- their friends, family, and strangers, then it becomes second nature to hurt people.  Not intentionally, but simply because we have lost touch.  We are out of touch with who we are, and so we constantly change.  We are out of touch with who we want to be with, so we choose indiscriminately based on good looks or other unimportant factors.  Then I realized that by not making it known what I want, I've hurt people.  Not intentionally, but because I'm human.  Human and imperfect.  And that was the day I regained faith in humanity, because we are all imperfect, and we are human, but we are trying.